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The Time Tutor by Bee Ridgway. "I love the twelfth century," Dar whispered. "It's completely mad."

Remember when I reviewed The River of No Return and everything was sunshine and sparkling rainbows, because time travel + sexytimes? Well GUESS WHAT. This week a prequel came out in the form of a novella called The Time Tutor, and you can get it as an eBook for $3 (which is what I did).

It's shorter than you'll want it to be. Which is a good thing. I GUESS. So in the first book, Nick Davenant, who is THE DASHINGEST, is part of this Guild of time travelers, but then told "Oh no! The Guild is bad!" by a rebel group called the Ofan. What The Time Tutor does is talk about how the Ofan started to get their shit together back in the day and not just bounce around time.


There are more sexytimes. There is a party in the 1920s. Bee Ridgway again drops in random historical/literary references that she refuses to explain to you, thereby encouraging you to get off your ass and learn (de Underjordiske? the Hidden Children of Sweden? not even Wikipedia is that up on what they are). She also has delightful lines like "He couldn't tell how old she was, but it was some variation on young" and "She turned in a swirl of fabric, and exited the shop on a lightning-studded cloud of righteousness."





And LOOK AT THE COVER:


For those of you who've been holding out on River,  LOOK AT THAT
 COVER TOO IT IS SO PRETTY

I'm so on board with this series that I've become best friends with the skipper and developed a case of scurvy. LET THE SEQUEL BE RELEASED.

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